Have you watched the suicide group?
Gaw: I did not watch.
Ivan: How about you? and :)
Gaw: Approximately the same as everything else I haven’t watched :)

How could you have solved such a mess in an empty apartment in three months?
Talent, vocation, the spark of God.

In the kindergarten, I was always a quiet and obedient boy. I can hardly remember anything about it, only the fragments. I remember one episode very well.

I sat quietly and ate borst thinking of my own, and the teacher walked between the rows of solitary tables. She approached me from behind and with the words, "We need to eat, not talk," just knocked me in the borst. A face in a hot borst. A little boy. The face in the border. I pulled my face out of the soup and sat in complete confusion for a while, my child’s brain was trying to understand what happened and why it happened to me. As she went on, she turned around and disregardingly said, “Go wash! “” I wasn’t crying, but I was disappointed and terribly sad. At home, I told my mother, and she told my dad. The next day, for the first and last time, Dad took me to the kindergarten, took me to the other children and left the room. In 10 to 15 minutes the teacher arrived. Although we were all five years old, we even noticed that she was wildly frightened. She stood at the door and licked my eyes, and I looked at her, it lasted a couple of minutes. And for the rest of the year in childhood, she tried not even to look at me and circumvent me. I don’t know what my dad said to her, but I know I would have done the same in his place. And the fact that my father advocated for me helped me quickly forget the outrage. And in my not the happiest childhood, it has remained a happy memory.

Thank you Dad. I remember

The fact is that in high school we were an experimental class, that is, we were sent for a couple of specialized subjects to another school, namely history and literature.

Strange, and well okay. I went there and took exams. Then he went on, with problems, troubles and loss of faith in humanity, but he went on to the istfak, but on the cloth. There is not a single point in the budget, which has its story.

And here, after studying for some time, I meet a classy manager on the street who asks how things are and where I am studying. He told everything as it was, and she said, “Oh, Uzerneim, why didn’t you take the paper? You were an experimental class, you could just go there by interview!”

My feeling at the time could not be expressed in words. I learned from my classmates, but they were also unaware of this magical paper. As it turned out, during the delivery of certificates, we simply forgot to give these testamentary documents, which gave us access to almost any humanitarian university in Moscow only by interview.

I still burn.

Oh how cute. You don’t tolerate the smell, and people are pidding because of it. Do you notice some contradiction?

In no way. The smell of piddars only likes them, without exception. And they themselves are disgusted, so from the apartments they all go out to the entrances, balconies and smokers.

Do you know where the pokeballs come from? Walks such a Pokémon and collects the Pokéballs spent on the unsuccessful attempt to catch the Pokémon, and gives to the Pokémon.

(The ex-wife called, the daughter needed a suitcase for school, said, it would be good to go off. I picked in the innet, sent a photo)
How much does that beauty cost?
I will buy myself.
I don’t want that too.)

I smoked at the entrance, rarely - a couple of times a day. I walked with the ashes, smoked in the fortress. Once the old neighbor came out and said that he was bothered by the smell - apologized and since then I have gone to the street to smoke, not to the entrance, where people walk, but to the house. And no, the neighbor is not a pidaras, but has the right to live without an irritant in the form of an unpleasant smell. It is difficult to understand this only to the pirates.

>... in view of the market...

I was crying. This is a quote from a website that sells Swiss watches for crazy hundreds of thousands of backs.

Q: How did you go yesterday?

WOW: So for yourself. There are few mushrooms, the internet does not pull. Of all the entertainment only the movie "Lera Croft - the rapist of mushrooms". I didn’t get bored in two hours.

HH: Isn’t this a game? A form with forms?

Wow: No, this is a comedy about how our Valerka is afraid of spiders and spiders. The waterplane under the beard itself, the sleeves are tightened with rubber, the bottom is filled in leggins, they are in golf, and all this tightened except that it is not a latex tile that runs out of huge tourist bushes. The hair in the cushion + frozen under the bandana. She steals quietly, sitting and curving, not to hit a branch or a spade, and periodically freezes, like a statue, for a minute, listening to whether anyone is crawling on it... And if the check is failed or it has stuck somewhere the web, it with an ultrasonic whisper jumps from place to air, wildly repelling from the invisible enemy. I can’t describe it, I have to see it with my own eyes.

here here :
And I am annoyed by pidaras and pidaras that I even have near the rubbish pipeline between the floors.
They do not smoke.
by p.s Smoke to them in the apartments does not get, and I smoke at night, when no one carries garbage.

Oh, forgive me generously, pigeon, how will they know that you smoke there? Can you throw the bulls on the floor?

Vidos on YouTube, where the fish in the store itself jumps into the basket to the buyer. He puts it back into the aquarium.
The first stone pleased:

"We have to be human. Buy this fish and let it go back into the forest.

I took a new passport yesterday. The institution was called: “Emergency photo for documents”. The photographer for five minutes put the light, troubled his tongue, asked to raise his head, lower a little, turn a little, smile a little, smile a little, be more serious, etc. He made a piece of 20-30 frames. The filming took 20 minutes. I told him I could wait in the studio while he was working. ! ) with photographs. At my question, why work - choose the most successful and print - with contempt whispered: "Did you see your bags under your eyes? Do you want the border guards to accept you as a terrorist?” I was forced to agree not to hear the other "compliments" about my appearance.

Kren knew what he was doing, but he looked very concerned at the monitor, pushed out his tongue, pressed his mouse intensely, and breathed bitterly. At the end of the hour from the start of the visit, he handed me pictures.

From there, I was looked at by a donelza photographed absolutely smooth rose. If it were not a hint of a nose and a red mouth, like a vampire’s mouth, the most appropriate definition would be a ass with eyes. On my silent question, the photographer shrugged his shoulders:

“Sorry, of such material, nothing better to do!”

There are no words. She went and sent him to that very ass without taking a photo and not paying a penny. Two hundred meters later she went to another institution, and in 15 minutes she left there with decent photographs.

Our mayor, a good man, decided to run for deputies. He hanged banners around the city listing what the mayor had done. Yesterday I watched a picture: the paladins in orange vests, grumbling for the whole day, barely sitting alive on the border to rest, consider the poster with his image:

“I cleaned 40 parks and squares.”

One, heavily relying on the butt, breathes:

Oh shit, he cleansed it.

I go to my younger sister’s room. She sits and plays with her grandmother’s coat. As soon as he sees me, he shouts:

– Oh! Let’s play the Hunter and the Duck! ... →

And, directing the cocktail to me in the manner of a two-step, he quietly adds:

and fly.

I have two bad news for you.

Unite them together.

Your girlfriend is deceiving us both.

They come to me for my birthday with a friend. They smile mysteriously. I expect.

Son: (confidently begins, holding the envelope in his hands) - Father, congratulations! You have 47, so we decided to give you 47 cents of money.

I: (with false humility) - Yeah, you are what! Why so much?

Son: (with noticeable relief) - But we have not completed 40 so we only give 7 pieces!

It was at the end of the 80s. During the Soviet Union, schools were required to strictly comply with rules, such as the compulsory wearing of a school uniform, a pioneering tie. If a girl has long hair, then they must be assembled in a tail or wrapped up in cracks, or if you are already in high school, then don’t give god you came up with makeup.

The story happened when Yulia was in primary school. Their teacher was such a woman of communist hardness. Well, as usual, she had favorites, and there were students she did not like. Julia was somehow in the last, despite the fact that she did not learn badly. It wasn’t good, but it was also a trio. The teacher did not miss the opportunity to showcase the students of this group in front of the whole class on any occasion.

There was some control. Yulkin's mother left in the evening to the neighboring city for a session - she studied off-site at some institute. Yucca went out by herself in the morning. She gathered her hair in the tail and slapped the brick with a fist. When he sat down to write the checklist, the unskillfully blown blade constantly slipped out of the blade and fell on his eyes. Yulke had to constantly repair her, and she scratched again. After a while, the teacher noticed it and said, “Julia, go here.” Jolly has arrived. Does the hair bother? Let me help you.”

Here, this creature takes such large scissors from the table and just before the whole class, it cracks Yulke’s tail.

The tail. with knives. In front of the whole class.

Don’t ask why the tail and not the brick, nobody knows.

“The hair should be put in order at home, Julia, not at school.”

Julia turns into tears and she slowly returns to her place.

Yulka quietly cried behind the party, but the worst thing was ahead - in the evening she had to come back, and Yulka was afraid that she would fall heavily for this incident. Therefore, coming home, Yulka didn’t come up with anything better than changing clothes, but not taking off the winter hat. When my mother returned in the evening, she naturally asked why Yulka was in a hat, but she replied that something was cold, ears and head frozen, so she is still in a hat. Well, my mom didn’t really bother, but it was time to go to bed and the hat had to be removed. Mother naturally wept and asked what was going on. She cried and told me how it was.

My mother did not argue. Mom just called Yulkin’s grandfather and told him about the situation.

The next morning, Julia went to school with her grandfather in the hand. Yulkin’s grandfather was a kind man, but at the same time he was very demanding and strict, as he worked as a boss in some factory. When they arrived, the lesson had not yet begun, but there was already a teacher and 2-3 children in the class. The grandfather went into the classroom, introduced himself to the teacher, said there was a conversation and asked the students to wait in the hallway.

She heated her ears at the door. She was interested in listening to what they were talking about, but through the door it was unclear. I heard the bass grandfather say something to the teacher, and then her whispering voice responds to him. The conversation was heated, they spoke louder and louder, and then at some point Yulka heard the sound of a delicious straw. This is rain! And it all silenced. Then the door opens, the grandfather comes out, behind him a teacher with such a crassy cheek and a purple ear.

“Sorry to me, Julia.”

Her apologies were not needed, but her purple ear clearly smoothed offensive.

And Yulka and her mother then went to the barber, and she made a careful equal punishment.

In school years he grew up as a fairly intelligent child, and therefore in high school was defined by teachers as an Olympian for all occasions of life. There were four in our class, if there is a contest, then we go. If we need to “defend” the honor of the school, then we go.

Here is another Olympics, but there, according to the rules, it was necessary to send 5 people. The fifth wheel was chosen by a girl who for the first time in her life won 5 in mathematics (they thought the Olympiad would be mathematical). In the end, it turned out that we competed with a class from another school a year older than us.

The Olympics went well, we won, but our fifth wheel took no part, even a couple of times arranged hysteria about the fact that it does not understand what to do. The award took place at the school. Participants receive a certificate and a office set. Oh, how I wanted such a set for myself, because at home I had an ordinary box under my fingers, glued with Hubba-Bubba stickers. I stood and waited for him to be handed over to me. Everyone was rewarded, even the fifth wheel, and I didn’t. I quietly approached my teacher and asked why they didn’t give me anything.

The answer was this:

-You know, we only bought 4 sets, so we decided not to give you literacy too, so you don't get upset.

I always go to competitions. Why did they give it to her and not to me?

She is a girl.

The only satisfaction was that these office kits broke in their first week, and my parents on the day of awarding bought me one that still serves 8 years later.

World Championship in Football. I am standing in the store, choosing water, in the south we are very hot in the summer. A man stands next to him, turning a bottle of Baltic beer in his hand with our footballers on the labels. Baltica, as you know, was the sponsor of our national team, TV advertising was rotated in the type: "Maybe if we want."The man crushes the bench and says: that beer is shit, that the team. I put the bottle back and left. As they say, neither to give nor to take.